Sana's Escape Epilogue
Tallis
The scent of salt water carried on the breeze as I brought down my ax again. While Sana and I were hoping to have another room added to our little home before the first snowfall, I was still happy with our progress in the last few months. The sturdy cabin was only one room, and the kitchen was simply a counter and two shelves, but it was cozy and Cyrus had never been happier.
My bond with the omega flared again, warm and restless. He had been napping all afternoon, his heat slowly building the last few days. When Sana's heat hit, it was always hard and fast, knocking the wind out of both me and Cyrus, but our omega simmered with thick pheromones for days before it exploded out of him like a fucking dam.
Sana's golden blonde hair came into view as she moved over the rough grass and toward our cabin next to the forest. Winter was fast approaching, the leaves having fallen away and the air crisp, but her alpha nature made her run hot like me, which was why she frequently wore summer dresses when walking along the beach.
Today's dress was a soft blue with thin straps and tiny ruffles along the hem. I was surprised when Sana took some of her old clothes after her sister offered them, but it appeared my sweet Sana liked to dress like a lady on occasion and I kind of liked it. Her dresses were all thin and floral, with delicate little ties and lacy details. She looked like a lady, even though she sucked cock like a harlot.
Sana walked toward me, her feet covered in sand. She held a few tiny seashells in her cupped hands, one an impressive cream-colored conch.
"How is he?" she asked, placing her treasures in a bucket next to the front door. It was filled to the brim with shells and vibrant rocks. Cyrus was utterly enamored with the iridescent colors and collected every pearly object he could find on the beach. I had no idea what he planned to do with them, but it made the omega happy, so Sana and I always grabbed what we could find near the beach.
"He's sleeping like shit," I said, even though she already knew. Our shared bond made us feel every twist of pain and restless thought in his tense body. It was starting to make my skin itch—which was good—the sooner his heat took hold, the sooner we could tend to him.
Biting her bottom lip, Sana narrowed her eyes at the white oak door.
I knew what she was thinking.
In the days leading up to Cyrus' heat, disturbing him before he was ready meant enduring his fierce anger. He hated being touched, watched, or spoken to when he was like this. After all these years, you'd think I'd be used to it, but I preferred Sana's aggressive, demanding nature to his angry one.
"A letter from your sister arrived," I said to Sana, pointing at the front door with the ax's handle. Her beautiful face lit up, then almost immediately fell as I said, "It's on the kitchen table."
She stared at our home as if conflicted. Going inside meant possibly facing our omega's wrath. If he was still nesting, he might lose his mind over something as simple as breathing too loud. It was safer to wait outside.
"If you do go in there," I said, "clean off those feet first. He might chop your legs off if you get so much as a single grain of sand on his floors."
Sana shook her head as if coming to a firm decision, then moved toward me, placing a large log on my chopping block. "Before his heat, has Cyrus always been this…sensitive and—"
"Yes," I cut in, saving her from having to finish her thought.
Her big blue eyes widened, and she pushed out an exasperated huff. "I thought omegas desperately craved their mates. But I swear, in the days leading up to Cyrus' needing, that omega would rather see us dead than touch him."
I smiled wide, silently agreeing with her. Even though my wolf hated that I couldn't care for Cyrus while he was like this, I reminded myself that once he was ready, I'd get to take all his pain away.
"Last time his heat started on its own," Sana crossed her arms, pushing her tits out, "I thought he was going to rip my throat out for simply touching the edge of his nest. He's much easier to handle when my heat or your rut triggers him."
I laughed, remembering just how fierce our omega could be. "Right after we first mated," I pointed at a thin scar along the edge of my waistband, "he swiped the shit out of me when I moved a blanket to cover him up. To be fair, he was delirious at the time, his pheromones so fucking out of control I could barely see straight. But, before his heat takes full control, he's a feral little shit, and it's best to keep your distance." I smiled wide at my she-alpha, and she pulled a face, already knowing I was going to tease her. "He's not a demanding little tramp like you."
Sana narrowed her eyes, her mouth pulling into an angry little smirk. "You think I'm a tramp?" she growled, stepping closer. My beast licked at his fangs, salivating to fight a bit.
I dropped the ax, the tension in my spine building and my skin blazing especially hot. "Definitely," I said, making sure to flash my fangs. She smiled at my display, a flirty snarl showing her extended canines too.
Cyrus' needs were growing, pulsing in my temples and the base of my cock. He was almost ready, and I knew Sana could feel it too.
Sana stepped right up to me, pushing her plush breasts against my sweaty chest. "I'd rather be a tramp than an asshole." She gripped a fistful of my hair, pulling hard.
In one fierce motion, I gripped her tiny waist and crashed my mouth to hers. She met my movements, twisting her tongue with mine and nipping at my bottom lips hard. "Fuck." I broke the kiss, pressing my forehead to hers. "I feel like my cock is going to break off, waiting for that fucking omega to be ready."
"I know," she whispered, tucking a strand of my blond hair behind my ear. "But we have to be patient."
I snarled. Patience was for hunting, fishing, and tracking. Not for fucking.
A soft whimper drifted from inside the cabin. Sana immediately released me and spun, rushing to the front door. She was inside almost immediately, and I fought the urge to laugh out loud. Apparently, I wasn't the only one that was restless.
I grabbed an old rag hanging next to the door and quickly brushed the dirt and dried grass off my calves and between my toes. Then I pushed open the door, noticing the sand Sana left in her wake. In a few days, once Cyrus was more aware, he was going to rip into the she-alpha for making a mess in his clean house.
Stepping inside, Cyrus' sweet scent slammed into me, and I stumbled forward. The whole room was thick with slick and desire, and I immediately undid my belt, desperate to free my cock. The pressure was intense, and the crown of my dick pressed hard against my zipper.
Once naked, I moved across the room and around the small dressing screen Sana made to give the illusion of two rooms in our tiny cabin.
Cyrus lay in the center of his nest, his skin flushed red and pouring sweat. He groaned, rubbing his face over the soft blankets Sana's sister had gifted him.
"Omega," Sana purred, pulling her dress over her head. Her full breasts lifted, then dropped, bouncing with the motion. Fuck, I loved her tits.
Cyrus rolled onto his stomach, cradling his middle.
"Omega," Sana said again. "Can I come into your nest?"
Cyrus turned his head slightly, glaring at her, then at me. I felt bad for him. Most omegas had a nest separate from their beds, but given how little we had, we all slept in his nest, which meant asking permission to enter every single night. I didn't mind—he always said yes. But right now, he looked like he'd rather both of us were dead.
"Cyrus," Sana whispered, reaching her hand out.
He tensed at the motion, baring his teeth.
"Please," she begged, "Let me care for you. Let me suck your cock and make you feel better."
He opened his mouth, then shivered hard. He curled inward at the intense cramp that tore through him. I hated the amount of pain my sweet mate suffered, and I hated even more that I always had to fight him for the chance to care for him. It made me wonder if all healers were shit at letting others care for them or if it was just Cyrus.
"Alpha," Cyrus mumbled into his bedding, balling up the fabric in his fists.
He was on the verge of cracking, and I grabbed my cock, pumping myself. Cyrus jerked and then let out a vicious scream. The whole room flooded with the scent of sugared slick, and my fangs punched out.
He was ready.
Sana
Cyrus didn't explicitly invite me closer, but his muffled groans and grunts were permission enough for me. I crawled over the lip of his nest, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him onto his back. His cock jutted forward, surrounded by soft black curls.
My mouth watered at the sight of it, and I immediately lowered my head. His pre-cum spread across my tongue, and I hummed deep in my throat. He tasted unbelievable. My sweet, gentle omega.
Pushing my head down, I took as much of Cyrus as I could, not stopping until my lips were flush with his hips. He hissed, so restless. I sucked him down, swirling my tongue over his swollen crown, tasting and teasing him. His hips started to move, thrusting up into my mouth as his pained gasps slowly turned into moans of pleasure.
"That's it," Tallis growled, sitting beside us. "Let Sana take care of you."
The sound of sloppy kissing filled the tiny cabin as I bobbed my head up and down. My clit throbbed, neglected, and wet. I wanted to come so fucking bad, but the need to care for my omega was far more potent than the ache between my thighs.
Reaching down, I cupped Cyrus' balls and gave them a gentle tug. He trembled hard, letting out a pained yelp as slick pushed from his ass, soaking into the bedding beneath him. The need to use him, defile him, ruin his perfect, sexy body was intense. I wanted him to cry out in pleasure, then beg me to do it again.
Leaning up, I let his cock slip from my mouth. "Do you want me to fuck you?" My voice was a throaty purr, and the black center of Cyrus' eyes dilated at the sound.
"Please," he nodded frantically, his lips swollen and wet from kissing Tallis.
But before I could move, Tallis' big hands gripped my waist, lifting me up and forcing me onto Cyrus' lap. I placed my hands on the omega's' firm chest, gently lowering my weight onto his hips. His usually tan skin was so red and covered in a thin layer of sweat.
"Please," he mumbled again, his dark hair falling into his eyes.
Tallis moved behind us, and I cupped Cyrus' cheeks, forcing him to look at me. "Look how desperate you are," I teased, rolling my hips forward. The lips of my pussy hugged his shaft, mixing our slick together as I rubbed against him.
"Sana." Cyrus' throat worked as he swallowed hard. "Please, alpha."
Knowing what our omega needed, Tallis pushed a hand between my shoulder blades, then reached between my and Cyrus' bodies, gripping our omega's cock. Positioning him just at my entrance, Tallis pushed my hips down, forcing Cyrus' cock deep inside me. I gasped at the intrusion, my pussy immediately clenching around him.
"You suck him up nicely," Tallis growled just behind me. "Roll those hips fast, doll. Drive our omega wild."
I obeyed my mate, bouncing fast and taking him deep. Cyrus closed his eyes, tipping his head back and exposing the long column of his throat. The thin scar of my mating bite shined up at me, just next to Tallis'.
I had yet to mark Tallis. There wasn't really a need with both of us bound to Cyrus and Tallis' mark on me, but looking at my omega's neck, my need to mark my alpha was suddenly powerful. All consuming. But now wasn't the time. Not with Cyrus in so much pain.
Cyrus' eyes snapped open as both of us rocked forward. I glance over my shoulder to see Tallis holding Cyrus' knees up. The big alpha pressed his lower belly to my ass, then pushed forward, filling our omega's ass in one fierce thrust.
I slapped my palms onto Cyrus' chest, letting Tallis' powerful body move all three of us. The alpha growled and snarled, his abs slapping against my ass with each powerful thrust. My pussy tightened, and my breath quickened, desperate to come.
"Let me see those fat tits." Tallis fisted my hair, jerking my body flush with his chest. He peered over my shoulder, his hips never faulting as he continued to fuck into Cyrus. "Look at those tight, pink nipples." He palmed one mound, squeezing it hard.
Cyrus' eyes stayed focused on Tallis' hands as the alpha lavished me with attention, pulling at my nipples, then pushing them out, teasing Cyrus. "You want them in your mouth. Don't you, omega?" Tallis purred in my ear. His dulcet tones slipped across my skin, making goosebumps flash.
Cyrus nodded, his mouth falling open.
"Come here, omega," Tallis commanded.
His mouth eagerly met my flesh. His warm, wet tongue flicked over my nipple, and I gasped loudly. "Yes," I moaned, channeling my fingers through Cyrus' hair, holding him to me. "Suck harder," I growled, and he obeyed like the perfect omega he was.
His cock twitched deep inside me, and I smiled, but just before he could come, Tallis ripped me away from our omega, shoving me deep into the quilts.
"Fuck her," Tallis snarled, his eyes a violent crimson.
Cyrus' body shook as he tried to move over me, but he was too sensitive, his body dripping both slick and precum. His cock looked red and swollen. Painful.
The poor thing.
"Tallis," I snapped, pressing against Cyrus' chest to make him lay back down. "He needs to come now. He's in pain."
The fire in my alpha's eyes dimmed a bit as he looked over our mate. "Cy'," he whispered, leaning down and pressing several gentle kisses along his jaw and neck.
"Fuck him," I ordered, grabbing one of Cyrus' knees and pulling it up. "Make him come into my mouth."
A wicked grin consumed Tallis' rouged face, and he quickly lined himself up. I palmed Cryus' sack, getting a good look at Tallis' thick crown breaching the omega's entrance. Creamy slick gushed as he pushed past the tight ring of muscles, coating Tallis' cock all over again. Unable to help myself, I leaned down and ran my tongue along the seam of where they connected. Tallis' smokey, masculine scent mixed beautifully with Cyrus' sweet flavor and my pussy clenched on nothing.
My need was growing and twisting, but this wasn't about me. This was about relieving my mate's pain.
"Come for me," I said around his wet cock. "Fill my mouth."
Tallis growled in approval, rolling his hips nice and slow, letting me keep pace with him.
Cyrus' cock twitched against my tongue. Then he gasped loudly as he flooded my mouth. I gulped his salty-sweet essence down, humming and sucking hard.
"That's it," Tallis whispered, smoothing his hand over the back of my head. "Make our omega feel good. Show him how much we love him."
Cyrus
My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath.
The tidal wave of pleasure my mates brought me was always intense, but when I went into heat it was downright otherworldly. I felt everything so much more deeply. In my spine, my guts, my cock. Tallis and Sana consumed me like the sweetest drug.
Sana slipped her lips over the crown of my softening cock. Then she placed a lingering kiss at the tip.
“Better?” she asked, brushing the hair away from my sweaty forehead.
I swallowed hard, still panting. “Yes.”
She smiled sweetly, but I still felt her restless need in our bond. She was electric with desire, desperate to come, but she caressed my cheek as if she had all the time in the world. I loved that both my alphas always put me first.
“Get some water, doll,” Tallis whispered, moving his big hands down the inside of my thighs and over my stomach. His knot was still deep inside me, forcing my legs to stay painfully wide.
Sana disappeared around the partition, her beautiful ass jiggling as she rushed. I adored the dimples at the base of her spine.
“Feeling a little more in control?” Tallis asked, pushing his hand up my chest and circling his long fingers around my throat. He didn’t squeeze, just holding me possessively. Protectively.
“For now.” I forced a sleepy smile. He chuckled, and his cock twitched, pushing his knot deeper inside me. “Ow,” I winced, placing my hand over my lower belly.
“Sorry,” Tallis grimaced, leaning down and placing a quick kiss on my collarbone.
“Here you go,” Sana sat next to me, placing her hand under my head to help me sit slightly.
I gulped the cool water, feeling it slide down my throat and into my empty stomach. I couldn’t eat in the days leading up to my heat. The building pain was always so intense I just wanted to kill anyone and everyone in sight, not wanting to be touched or bothered in any way.
Once I got my fill, Sana offered the glass to Tallis, but he held out his hand, shaking his head. “You first.”
“I already had a drink,” she said, lifting the glass to his lips. He narrowed his eyes as if not believing her, but he still took a sip, not wanting to challenge our argumentative she-alpha.
Sana set the cup on the floor as she pushed her hair over her shoulder, displaying her long, pretty throat. I narrowed my eyes at the thin, white scar on her neck. My eyes moved, zeroing in on Tallis’ throat.
While the fog of pheromones had dimmed for the moment, I still felt tight and on edge, and seeing Tallis without a mark of his own suddenly made me very agitated. My wolf snarled, realizing we weren’t all fully connected….or at least that’s how it felt.
“Sana,” I snapped. I didn’t mean to sound so angry, but that familiar flush was building again, and my gut twisted with a deep ache. “Why haven’t you marked Tallis yet?”
Her brows lifted as if surprised by my question. “Well,” she paused, thinking, “with us moving around, it seemed dangerous to risk the disorientation we suffer after a mating. I didn’t want both Tallis and myself to be unable to protect you.”
“But we’ve been here for a few months now.” I winced as Tallis’ cock slipped from my abused hole. The gush of cum and slick made me settle for a moment, but just as quickly, sweat flashed across my brown. I hated being in heat.
“Cy’,” Tallis cupped my cheek, “we’ve been building our home. There hasn’t been time.”
I furrowed my brow, hating their excuses. It was hard to describe, but I needed my alphas fully connected. I needed Sana’s mark on Tallis too. “No,” I shook my head and groaned as my abs flexed with a painful cramp. “No,” I said louder, my body shaking and the backs of my eyes burning with tears.
This wasn’t right. It was stupid and illogical, but it wasn’t right. I needed them fully connected.
Sana
A loud yelp of pain slipped from Cyrus' throat, and I moved to straddle his hips. Grabbing the base of his cock, I sank down, letting my omega fill me once again. He was so fucking hard, and the sweet stretch had me instantly ready to come. I needed to come so fucking bad.
Cyrus mumbled another "no," shaking his head. He was so lost to the discomfort burning through him that he had no reason left. He was all instinct and desire. Pain and fever.
I wanted to join him in his pheromone-fueled haze, but his growing distress kept Tallis and me from fully letting our beasts take control.
"Do you want me to bite Tallis?" I asked, hovering my lips over my omega's soft mouth.
"Yes," he whined, nodding frantically.
"Where should I bite him?" I teased, grinding down hard onto Cyrus' cock. His eyes rolled back, and he tipped his head up, exposing his throat. "Should I mark him here?" I pressed my lips just beneath his ear, nipping at his skin with my pointed fangs. "Or here?" I drifted down, sucking especially hard at the vein pulsing widely. "Or here?" I eyed his perfect, tan skin just at the juncture of his shoulder, then pushed my fangs deep into my omega, marking him just to taste him.
"Gah!" Cyrus yelled out, his cock pouring his orgasm into me once again.
I smiled against his skin, sucking hard. His blood tasted so fucking sweet, laced with his perfectly fresh scent. Slowly, I pulled my canines from his skin, then lapped slowly, but before I could properly clean it, Tallis ripped me off Cyrus' cock, spun me, and slammed my back hard onto Cyrus' chest.
Tallis' sandy blond hair stuck out in all directions, his eyes bright red, and his fangs pushed hard into his bottom lip. He was on the verge of slipping into his rut, and it made me smile.
"Get that cock in her ass," Tallis growled, gripping Cryus' member and pushing it into my slick-soaked ass.
I pushed my hips down, forcing my omega's cock to breach me. "Fuck," I gasped, laying my head on Cyrus' shoulder. "That feels incredible."
Forcing my feet to rest on the top of Cyrus' thighs, Tallis lined himself up, then rutted forward, filling my pussy. The combined stretch of my ass and cunt was indescribable. Their cocks moved, abusing separate holes but still rubbing together.
"I want those sexy alpha fangs in me." Tallis narrowed his eyes at me, slamming his hips at a blinding pace. "I want the world to know I'm taken."
My wolf snarled and howled, loving the image of Tallis with my mark on him. The fact that I had waited this long suddenly seemed ridiculous.
Stuffed with both my mate's cocks, I grabbed a fistful of Taliis' hair and pulled him down. "Come here," I ordered.
My mouth flooded with saliva, and heat coiled between my legs. Jerking Tallis' head forcefully to one side, I shoved my fangs deep into his throat, and I burst apart.
A swift, intense orgasm wracked my body, and slick gushed out from around Tallis' expanding knot. He roared out his own end, his cock bathing my insides with hot cum, just as Cyrus' did the same.
White hot pleasure burned through me, making my nipples painfully hard and my vision blur. But then the lovely feeling of floating and falling at the same time was shoved away as my temples pounded and my mind went numb.
"Easy," Cyrus whispered, caressing my stomach and legs.
I opened my mouth to tell him I was okay, but before any sound came out, my voice died, and I drifted away into a sea of black.
***
I had vague memories of Tallis pounding into me from behind, the taste of Cyrus' hard cock, the feel of cum splattering across my stomach and breasts, but it was as if the images weren't fully there. They were stuck behind a fogged-up window, slightly obscured.
"Good morning," Cyrus whispered, moving his thumb down the side of my face and over my bottom lip. He looked so calm and serene. Clearly, his heat was over.
"What day is it?" I asked, my cheek pressed hard against the bedding.
"I'm not sure," he let out a contented sigh, smoothing his hand along Tallis' back.
The alpha was sound asleep on the other side of Cyrus, his lips parted and soft snores leaving his throat. I sat up and winced. My ass and cunt were so swollen and sore.
"Easy," Cyrus warned, but he didn't push me back down, knowing I had to check on Tallis' new mating bite. I couldn't remember if I had cleaned it. "He's okay," Cyrus said, smiling as I leaned over him, brushing Tallis' hair out of the way.
I let out a breath of relief.
Tallis' mark looked puffy and bruised, but the coloring was good, and the puncture marks were clean.
"You marked him well," Cyrus smiled.
I cupped his cheeks, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "How do you feel?"
"Well," he huffed, his brows pulling together as if vexed. My shoulders tensed, not liking the idea of my omega being worried so soon after his heat. He was meant to relax and heal, not fret.
"What's wrong?" I asked, smoothing my hands down his muscular chest.
He narrowed his eyes just past me toward the kitchen. "Who tracked sand through the house?"
Not feeling an ounce of shame, I pointed at Tallis, then shook my head as if disappointed in the alpha. "I even warned him to clean his feet."
Cyrus pulled a face, glaring at Tallis' still sleeping form. "Jerk."
That’ll teach him to call me a harlot.
